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driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm
Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- anakin skywalker,
- asuka shikinami langley,
- castiel (au),
- charles xavier,
- cirilla fiona elen riannon,
- coil lenn,
- davesprite,
- dean winchester (au),
- dune/leto atreides ii,
- elize lutus,
- erik lehnsherr,
- fdr foster,
- finn,
- hank mccoy,
- haruka tenoh,
- hera syndulla,
- hermione granger,
- james buchanan barnes (crau),
- jennifer keller,
- josé ramse,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- koala,
- kurt darkholme,
- loki,
- margaery tyrell,
- max rockatansky,
- michiru kaioh,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- octavia blake,
- padmé amidala,
- penny polendina,
- poe dameron,
- remy lebeau,
- richard castle,
- riona cousland theirin,
- robb stark,
- sam winchester,
- sascha,
- shinji ikari,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- the vision,
- theon greyjoy,
- toph beifong,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- wanda maximoff,
- winn schott,
- wrath,
- yang xiao long
first one to make that doctor who joke loses
Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!
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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?
this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.
here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!
---
[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?
this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.
here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]
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Um, fine.
[He ends up rubbing at his cheek again, almost self-conscious, before he drops his hand. A part of him is struck by the absurdity of Isaac asking about his sunglasses.]
You sure you're ok? I dunno how werewolves handle an environment literally made of pollution. I mean, actual wolves don't dig it, right.
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[ There's a tiny bit of an edge in his voice. Isaac isn't fine, and he can't understand how he lost control so easily. How he went from fine to seeing red in no time flat. He shakes his hands a little and then adjusts his masks. ]
The air smells like something died, by the way. Don't take your mask off. I'll probably get sick from it, I didn't realize it came off.
[ He was way too busy baring teeth and looking generally woofy. ]
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Maybe you should visit a doctor. Or at least get checked over by a lab tech.
[It's uneasy, but Davesprite really doesn't like the idea Isaac might get fucked up because he wasn't quick enough to dodge an alien on the street. Pretty fucking sloppy work, on his part; his reflexes should be better than that.]
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[ Isaac shrugs, still tense, but he's at least starting to calm down a little bit. His heart rate isn't through the roof and the adrenaline is wearing off. ]
If he'd tried it again I would have fought him. Probably would have punched me, too.
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[It's mostly dryly ironic, but Davesprite is still pretty stunned by the whole thing. Confused, because game or not, he isn't sure he deserved that. He's not even sure he did anything wrong in the first place—or maybe the alien picked a fight totally at random, who fucking knows.]
I could've handled it ok on my own.
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[ He isn't be as dry or ironic, he's trying to get the situation back to feeling somewhat normal, even if he's shaken, too. ]
You probably could have kicked his ass better than me, but I don't know. [ He shrugs, shoves his hands into his pockets again, a go-to when things get uncomfortable. ] I just reacted. I mean you got punched in the face, and you're my friend, so.
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[He trails off, less interested in clarifying he can look after himself and more unsure how to articulate that he doesn't expect anyone else to do it for him. Sure, they're friends—of course they're friends—but Davesprite is used to people leaving him to his own devices, whether because they don't think he needs the help or he cuts them off first.
His head ducks and he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed and awkward.]
...Thanks.
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He's distracted enough to not notice just how awkward Davesprite might feel, but he's not so distracted he doesn't notice some of the shop signs as they pass. He points up ahead at a sign, grinning a little. ]
They even have alien pizza. We'd have to take bets on who'd die from toxins first, though. I mean, with the air and stuff.
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[Deadpan, even if the set of his shoulders is still unsure.]
How much of that shit did you even breathe in. Do werewolves breathe more than the average human?
[He knows that's a stupid question; he's just being a douche.]
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[ Davesprite being a douche feels normal, at least, and Isaac relaxes a tiny bit. ]
Make sure to bury me with my scarves. You can't have them.
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[They're pretty close to the shop, though, and he tilts his head at Isaac, birdlike.]
Do you actually want to risk your life on pizza. [There's a surprising lack of judgment there, tbh.]
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[ He pauses in front of the shop, peering inside past a crowd of people to the menu he doesn't entirely understand. The pizzas are all oddly colored though. Maybe to put off the taste of effects of the pollution? ]
Nah. Their pepperonis are purple, I don't know that it's a good sign...
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[Davesprite shoulders up next to Isaac, peering through the glass.]
Holy shit. The cheese looks...green. Is that cheese? Fuck, it's moving.
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Dude the sauce looks like it has worms. How is it -- is it slithering?
[ He is so fucking grossed out, but he can't look away, either. Especially the way the alien chefs slap moving and oddly colored components on what might be a pizza crust. ]
I can't hurl with a gas mask on.
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[He absently pats Isaac on the back, still staring at the pizza. Can they really call this pizza?]
Oh my god, no. [He makes a sound that's pure revulsion when the innards of several long, writhing tubers get squeezed out onto a crust. The resulting sauce is then sprinkled with cheese and the still moving tuber skins are diced up and placed on top.]
No, ok, that's enough. We're leaving. [He begins to push Isaac away by the shoulders.] We're leaving right the fuck now and definitely not coming back, not now, not ever. Pizza is officially fucking banned.
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Yeah, I'm good, no more food from this place. [ He nearly trips over his own feet, the way he's being pushed and he ducks out of Davesprite's grip. ] I'll be grateful for the weird gel and powder from now on.
[ He shudders, making a face. ] Who would even eat that? What the heck is wrong with this stupid moon?
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[Davesprite may very well be more freaked out than Isaac, considering the crow part of his brain is hella intrigued. It's why his brow furrows and there's a hint of distress in his voice, because oh god does he really want to eat that???]
That's not—shit. It's still moving. No one wants to eat shit that's still moving.
[Who is he trying to convince here.]
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[ Isaac grimaces, shaking his head. ]
No. We're not trying that. We're not eating any of that and if you decide to go back and eat an alien worm pizza, just don't even tell me.
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[BIRDS CAN'T MAKE HIM. He ends up shoving his mask higher up his face, frustrated.]
That would be... Ugh. I'm not doing it. I'm not even thinking it. No one wants to chow down on anything that squirms; I don't fucking care if that's normal for birds.
[He's so perturbed by this.]
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[ He couldn't even be near him if he was going to try it, let's be realistic. The thought alone makes his stomach churn again. This is Not. Good. ]
Yeah you're not really a bird okay just sort of remember that. You're pretty much mostly a guy with wings, but it's just the wings part. I guess there's the weird stashing dead things under your bed or whatever but.
[ His best friend is mostly dude, and only a little bit bird. The important things to remember in life. ]
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[Sullen. Because that's where swords go, ok. Some of them, anyway.]
And I know I'm not a bird, ok. I mean I am, but I'm— [He nearly says "me, too", but identity gets fickle when he's an offshoot of someone else. Who is...still him, ultimately. A better version of him.] Never mind. Being a guy who's also a bird makes shit weird sometimes.
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[ He just might sympathy vomit or something just by watching. ]
But I'm gonna go ahead and say you probably shouldn't, I think we have some normal stuff back at the ship, but.
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[Petulance leaks into his voice. Why are you doing this to him, Isaac. He rubs at his face, wincing when he accidentally hits the still-tender spot on his cheek.]
That goes for any other food we see here, too. I'm not touching anything that's still moving. God.
[He ends up resting his face in his hands, before he just as quickly drops them, chagrined.]
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[ Because then he'd have to look his best friend in the face every day and know he ate alien worms. He's not sure he can do it. #friends. ]
I just kept an alien dude from punching you a second time. Alien worm pizza is just gross, dude, I'll make sure your birdy brain or whatever stays the hell away from it. And me.
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[It's not without a grimace.]
I'll let you know if I get any other creepy culinary ideas so you can smother me in my sleep before anyone's got to suffer it actually happening.
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